My first trip to Italy I remember thinking that I saw Robert DeNiro’s identical twin. I also thought I had seen the spitting image of my aunt. Not sure why that happened as I am, by blood, only 25% Italian-American. After that first visit, I was fascinated by the place.
That was long ago. Now I go there, and I have an idea what the people are going to look like. They have dark hair for the most, are slender, like their mopeds, and talk with their hands. And, without fail, I see Robert DeNiro’s twin every time I’m there.
The coffee? The most dee-lish of anywhere I’ve been, and possibly the least expensive.
So after many moons, I find myself (w/ Steph) heading back to Italy. This time, however, I’m certain it will be different. I have several filming projects planned, and we’ll be spending a week with my parents in a Tuscan villa. It’s their first time overseas. Ever. Kind of like a homecoming for the family, the Italian side anyways.
I chatted with both my parents yesterday over Skype from Barcelona, and it was like I was the parent. There are so many things they're unsure about. It's cute, really it is. I asked my mother what she planned to do if her ATM card didn’t work after her small supply of cash that she’s bringing ran out. Her answer: I don’t know. I advised her to stop by the bank on the way to the airport and make another cash withdraw. It made sense to her.
For them, it’s like Italy is located on another planet. I have no problem with that really. What does concern me, ever so slightly however, is that others from the same country they’re from might think the exact same thing.
Can’t be true... can it?
Keep the faith.
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